“Oh, hi, Carmen. Sleep well?”
“Sort of.” Actually, she had slept extremely well for the first time in quite a while, but she wasn’t about to say that. She didn’t want to seem too…forward or whatever.
“Still a little shaky, but yeah, I guess. I can go home today.” Zeke looked up from the macaroni, a surprised look on his face.
“You don’t have to—”
“Yes, I do,” Carmen said flatly. There was something odd about her directness, but Zeke shoved that thought aside for a moment.
“Carmen, you’re always safe here. I want you to know that. I don’t know what happened, and I have a feeling you’re not going to tell me, but with me, you’ll always be safe.”
“Thank you. And, ah…thank you for helping me. Really. I appreciate it.”